The Party’s Over

The Party’s Over

Being a guest speaker at the Margaret River Readers and Writers Festival over the weekend was an incredible experience. I never thought I would ever reach anything close to it as part of my fledgling writing career. I’m not here to talk about that though. There are far larger things at hand to discuss.

As my time at the festival came to close, what should have been a feeling of elation was quickly scoured away by the events that transpired in London. Just as it had been by Manchester before that. Just as it had been all the way back to 9/11. And it’s not just those major events, its all the little ones in between. Always another tragedy. Always another deluge of news reports that repeat the horrible shit that we do to each other. Always more worry and fear in the world and with little power, it seems, for us to change it.

What a world we live in, where senseless acts are made even more so because their perpetrators are often guided by murky and dangerous ideologies with no outcome other than violence and sadness. Our problems seem so vast and insurmountable. For every good deed, there is a jumbled mess of evil ones. I would like to be brave, but in the face of it all, I am scared. Scared for our future, just as those who lived through WWII must have been scared for theirs.

And why should we continue to have this fear without cessation in our lives, and for so long? Why should it have to be that way when there are so many things for us to enjoy? We cannot deny its existence. Can’t dispel it by sticking our heads in the sand and pretending it will go away. So what do we do? How do we get through each day, afraid that something else will happen? Afraid for our own and our loved one’s lives. The only thing we can do.


I have to hold onto this hope. I have to believe that we will eventually find a way past this conflicted existence. Otherwise, what are we but insane? Destined to repeat the same thing over and over while expecting a different outcome. That hope is all I have, and it needs to be enough. So I will build it from a small flame to a raging bonfire. It may gutter in the ceaseless gale of bad news, but I will covet and protect it until it keeps the darkness at bay.

Even though the darkness may still be there, I won’t let it in. The world is a beautiful place and too full of good. I will not, cannot, let those who thrive on it take my enjoyment of it away from me.

Posted on: June 6, 2017akalliss